I took an MMPI test in college for a psychology class. It's funny how when you look back on life and the hey days of youth, how one thing in particular sticks out in your memory above all others. There were two questions on this test that have revisited my mind many times through the years. "True or False...........I have strange and unusual thoughts". I thought hard for the answer. Yes it was true; I did have strange and unusual thoughts. I've had strange and unusual thoughts back then and I still do. In fact as I've aged my thoughts have become even more stranger and unusual.

Like so many of my generation I came from a very dysfunctional strict Catholic family. I have 6 siblings and we are all off the wall in one way or another. We would have to be with a mother like Edith Bunker/ the mother in Steven Kings Carrie and a father like Archie Bunker/ Dick Chaney. I ask you, how could I possibly not have strange and unusual thoughts. Wouldn't you?

Next question. "True or False. ...I like tall women". Well, at 5"7, I'm considered a tall woman so why not. Yes I like tall women.

When my idiot husband and I first started dating; I believe it was a date; Mark came over to my house with his guitar. We spent most of the time serenading and flirting. When the evening ended we had our first kiss at my back door. Apparently his neck was strained because he said; "I think you're too tall for me". I was taken aback; I wasn't wearing heals that night. What on this earth could he mean? "What a strange and unusual thought. What's wrong? Don't you like tall women?" He looked me up and down and changed his mind, "Yes I guess I do like tall women"! He put his arms around me and kissed me passionately, this time without straining.

I will tease him about this till I die. Mark confesses to be 5"10 but I think he is really only 5"9. Either way, just between you and me, he is still taller than me.

This has been another reoccurring theme in our relationship. You see the house we live in has very crooked floors in parts of the house. I was told that this was caused when the city blasted through to put in the highway many years ago. Anyway, in our kitchen, if I stand on one side of the room I am considerable taller than Mark. It is especially fun when I am wearing three inch heal. I like to tease him that he's shrinking. To this day I still don't know if he realizes that it's because of the crooked floors or if he really thinks that I'm taller than him.

How about you? Do you like tall women?